An ancient poem in memory of an old friend

A classic poem in memory of an old friend:

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. -Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Flower Shed and Spring Red.

A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. -Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy, Rolling the Yangtze River East"

Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again. -Wei, "Huai Shang Wen Liang You/Huai Shang Liangzhou Old Friend"

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily. -Zhu's Persuasion Poetry/Accidental Achievement

I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond"

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness. -Jia Dao's swordsman/narrative sword

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. —— Li Shangyin Leyuan Scenic Area/Leyou Mausoleum

Countless people meet, laugh for a hundred years, and return several times. -He Menggui, "Where are you all?"

The world flows with water, which is a dream. -Li Yu's Crying at Night, Last Night's Storm

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. -Bai Juyi's "Grass/Fude Guyuan Grass Farewell"